“Tucker,” she moaned, and although she didn’t say the words I wanted to hear, she didn’t have to. I knew what she felt was just as powerful for her as it was for me.
“I know, baby. I know.” I inhaled deeply again. “I bet if I slipped my hand right between your pretty thighs, your pants would be soaked because of your need for me. Isn’t that right?”
She gasped as if my words turned her on even more. And I inhaled once more, scenting her desire become even more potent, thicker, and richer in the air. I groaned and broke the kiss but instantly buried my face in the crook of her neck, groaning at how perfect this felt. This is what I've been missing out on my entire life.
Inhaling deeply, I smelled the mating scent pouring out of her. It was light, sweet, and sultry, whereas mine was potent and wild, fierce and almost aggressive. My pheromones called to her just as much as hers called to me. But these aromas were only for each other.
And until the mating was completed, until I claimed her, pushed between her thighs, and filled her up with my seed, making her smell like me, tying us together forever as I bit her pretty neck, this desire would grow and grow until it ate us alive. We wouldn’t be able to control ourselves until we were all but attacking each other in our ferocious need to fuck.
I groaned as that filthy image slammed into my head.
My cock was hard and aching, my balls drawn up tight and so full of cum that they fucking hurt. So I started grinding myself against her belly, her frame so much smaller than mine that I felt like I’d break her, that this very obscene act I was doing would damage her somehow.
But still, her arousal blossomed in the air, her moans making everything sound all the sweeter.
“Tucker, you're so… big.” She whispered that last word and then moaned as I pressed my dick harder against her, rolling my hips, mimicking the act I’d soon be doing between her thighs. Back and forth, I added a little bit more pressure until I knew I could get off from this act alone.
I grunted and growled, feeling my wolf rise up as I snarled against her flesh. My canines ached, the image of piercing her neck as I pushed into her pussy and finally claimed her riding me so hard I shuddered as my orgasm threatened to come forth. Fuck, if I kept this up, I was going to get off from grinding against Mia and thinking these thoughts. I’d soak my jeans with so much seed it would smear across her shirt before seeping through the material and marking her belly.
“My Mia. My mate,” I purred in approval, those words so fucking sweet, sounding so right as they slid off my tongue and out of my mouth. I felt more and more pre-cum spill from the tip of my cock and groaned anew.
“This is happening so fast,” she whispered softly, and I knew it was to herself. I could scent the turbulent emotions moving through her.
I wanted nothing more than to tear her clothes from her, bare her skin to me, and memorize it with my hands and lips, with my tongue. I imagined what she looked like completely naked, all soft, feminine curves.
I growled in primordial need.
“Tell me how much you want this, that you’re burning alive as much as I am, my female,” I mumbled against her mouth, refusing to break the kiss. And because of that, every word I spoke had my lips brushing against hers.
I’d never taken a female, never touched one, thought about one in any way sexual. I’d never kissed one or wanted to. Until now. With her… my Mia.
I was a virgin in every sense of the word. But instinctively, I knew what to do, what I wanted to do with Mia. It was as natural to me as breathing, ingrained in me so that I’d just know how to pleasure my mate, how to please her above all else.
And then I felt the prick of her nails against my chest, and a current of pleasure left me as that pain mixed with my desire so hard my knees threatened to buckle and take me down.
But then I heard her whisper, “No,” felt her add pressure to my chest as she pushed me back. I immediately moved away and sucked in great lungsful of air to try to gather my composure and balance.
I stared at my mate, her frame so tiny compared to mine. She had her hand lifted, her fingers touching her mouth. That had a low sound of need leaving me, and I took a step forward. But she shook her head, her expression hardening as she held her hand out, palm facing me.